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Why did you do

It was unfair of you to do
making me do the things I did
I was young, I trusted you
but you made me do that shit

your urgent needs had to prevail
above my interest, my being well
your satisfaction left a trail
to the scar, it's there I tell

that scar, bigger than it seemed
having more impact, than I thought
it became one of the reasons
to live my live in my own fort

creating my fort, my own secureness
to prevent to be hurt, by anyone
but not overseeing the loneliness
of life within walls, the life of one

I'll never no why, because your gone
why did you do, what you have done

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